Sunday, November 10, 2013

Today is Sunday November 10, 2013....
It's a breezy cold Sunday and the weekend just as so many is going by quickly. This month I
celebrated another birthday and thankful for that, but bittersweet as those once in my life
are no longer here in the physical form to help me celebrate....

I'm watching the movie The Bucket list with actors Jack Nicolson and Morgan Freeman. I absolutely love this movie and it's so fitting for all ages. The bottom line is we go off in life trying to achieve the dream we concoct that will make us happy, whether this is marriage, children, education, career, and being famous, or what have you, but when a doctor enters your room and approaches you with those strange and foreign wordsYou Have Cancer... those life achievements seem so bittersweet, as many of us feel there's just so many more things left to do.

The concept of writing that list of things to aspire to achieve before you die is a self fulfillment and a gesture to make your last journey as doable (if you will) to your own standards. Chemo and treatment may be in the midst but having a handle on how and what you want this journey to go in your final days, should be live in the moment for the future is not promised.

Bucket List:-Travel to that place you always dreamed but never went forth to book that ticket
-Do that activity that you never thought you had it in you to do
-Laugh... it's okay to stop taking life so seriousness now

Know that we will not finish everything we wish to do in our lifetime, but doing you at this time in life is a necessity!

About Me

My name is Yolanda and I am my mother's child....
I can't tell you how this type of cancer has affected the life of my family and friends. You can't just disregard that this is life and this is a process we must go through. That would be okay if this was just passing on due to natural causes. There is nothing natural about cancer, and more especially lung cancer.
Have you ever been up and personal to see someone you know try and struggle to breathe? It is the most daunting thing to witness and more than anything the most frustrating and helpless thing to experience. Our mother was our rock- period! She took care and protected us as the matriach and patriach. I tell you not to have that bond any longer is a painful and quite frankly very upsetting. I sit back and think over and over.... "why Eartha, why mommy, and why in this way"?